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Well, I’ve found someone else. Someone who lets me be me, all of me, with no restrictions.

I think it’s for forever.

WordPress, I hate to say it but I think our time is done. You grew jealous when I linked to commercial sites, blocking my ability to reach out to others, preventing future relationships from being forged. Your intentions were good — but ultimately too controlling and possessive.

There’s a new site in town. And she’s all my own.

Welcome to my new place: barelypinkreport.com. That’s right, my own domain where I can do whatever (and whomever) I choose.

I can post videos and audio directly. I can host multiple pages. I can link, link, link to Amazon.com and other commercial vendors. I can grow.

And now that I have this nasty business of breaking up out of the way, I can write again.

Pink’s past

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I imagine he would inquire about the difference in flavor between bok choy and cabbage. Knowing the answer — the difference lying in texture, preparation and presentation more than flavor — he’d use the question as an introduction and not as a test. His hand settles decisively on the bok choy. Ah, a risk […]

My panties quit before I made it to the kitchen. I tied the apron in the mirror, saw my breasts overflow the halter top, twirled to look at myself from the side, the back. Nothing underneath, I decided, as I pushed the now damp panties to the floor, readjusted the bow behind me, and […]

He can’t know. He can’t know the vibrations I feel with every spank, the pressure that builds at the bud, demanding to be uncapped. He can’t understand the weight of breasts bouncing, nipples tightening, as they loose themselves from my bra. I am certain he has no idea of the high-pitched yearning that […]

I had it delivered directly to D’s. Patience is not one of my virtues, so at the end of each day I anxiously asked, “Have you received a package from Eden Fantasys yet?” It arrived in time for our weekend together. I’d be experiencing it in less than 24 hours, time enough […]

This is an approximation of a recurring dream I’ve had since I was 20 and beginning to fulfill my spanking desires. Written months ago, I’ve decided to post it. …. I awaken, disoriented, with my nightgown damp and twisted between my legs. Voices from the kitchen, a low conversation punctuated with thoughtful laughter, drift […]